Ok, so this was originally a one shot. It was called 'Twisted Minds' and was meant to be no more and no less. However bouncing ideas off my friend I found cooler ways to do things and am seriously planning to expand this much like PaSDaS. As such I decided to split the one shot into two. Of course it may end up it stays a two shot, but we'll have to see.

Anyway, this is a story focusing on Mona Lisa. It's told in her point of view, at least for this chapter and the next one. We'll see if I keep it that way later. Also she goes by Liz in this story. Her father calls her Liz and I might not ever give her the name Mona Lisa. But it is her. The father is also someone from tmnt previously, but in this part he is only referred to as 'daddy'. If I continue eventually it will be revealed who the father is.

Wow, so much explaining. Well, I hope you enjoy! ^^

It is dank and dark in here, per usual. What little light there is flickers off and on in the bulbs that stretch across the ceiling. We can't afford things anymore. Daddy doesn't make enough, if anything. I've started to believe that this new job of his is more of a test for himself than it is a productive effort meant to keep us alive. There are just too many things that don't add up. Worst of all is daddy's sudden shift in personality. Lately he's been more moody, prone to fits of rage, and more isolated not just from the world but from me too. If this were just another job then he wouldn't be like this. I know it.

My eyes scan over the room and I struggle to see through the dimness. It's not that darkness bothers me really or even affects me much at all. But the shift between dim and dark makes it hard for my eyes to focus. There's no setting to stay on – cat eyes or regular eyes – so I can only make out vague outlines and indistinct features. Oh, but I don't actually have cat eyes. The thought makes me laugh. My eyes are a crystal blue. The same shade as my late mother. It's really the only feature we share. But I don't remember her much so I guess I wouldn't really know. Daddy says I look just like her. I'm pretty sure he's just being a fond parent and husband.

A frown tugs at my lips. He…doesn't say that much anymore though. Sadness swims in my eyes. He doesn't say much of anything to me these days. For the last few months he has been so involved in this new project that everything else has just sort of fallen away. Even me, his own daughter. My heart clenches then despite how used to it I am.

I stand slowly. There's nothing to do and nowhere to go, but I go anyway. At first I simply move across the room. My arms swing gently at my sides. From here I more easily see the objects littered across the table. It's all sciency stuff – a microscope, centrifuge, funnel, beakers, and a variety of other tools. I know them all and I know how to use them. Daddy taught me all about everything to do with science. Admittedly I only half listened most of the time so I'm not particularly useful in many cases, but my knowledge is enough so that I know the basics and what not to mix or I'll end up a bunch of particles on the side walk. Or so to speak.

I pause and make a soft sound as I notice one of the beakers has something in it. I turn and tilt my head slightly as draw closer. I lean forward, my hands pressed heavily against the top of the table as I support myself on them. Inside the container is a bright blue substance – not quite a liquid and not quite a solid. My eyes get larger the longer I stare. The glint it gives off is captivating. So is this daddy's work? He certainly has never left it out before. He never wants her to see his work, not this work at least. Before he would sometimes use it as a learning experience. A weak laugh escapes me. That's what he called it at least. We both knew it was the best way to bond.

I snap to attention as a voice reaches me. It is not daddy's. My muscles tighten and my fingers curl into tight fists. I push myself up off the table and turn slowly to face the door. It's the only way out of this tiny apartment and the only place anyone speaking could be. I focus on my breathing, keeping it low and steady. No need to panic. No need. But…it's hard to hear here. So despite the way my skin crawls from the mere tone of the voice I creep closer. I need to understand what's going on.

"We are quickly running out of what is known as the patience." The mechanical note is obvious now. I let out a heavy breath. So that's why I was so perturbed. No human talks like that. I crack a weak smile. And yet…the unsettling feeling is not completely gone. A shiver snakes up my body.

"Please," I perk at the other voice. The unease evaporates and a stab of fear takes its place. My mouth opens slightly, forming a silent word. Daddy. "Please, just give me a little longer. I swear – I can do this! Just…just one more week." His voice cracks. "Then I'll have it! I swear."

My brows knit together and that all too familiar sadness rises to cloud the blue in my eyes again. This must be about the project. And the other voice…it must be one of the employers. I frown deeply. I wonder how far past the deadline daddy already is. Projects before only ever lasted a month at most. I nibble at my fingernails. Does that mean we won't be able to eat for the next week?

"One week." The mechanical voice replies. "Once what is known as a week is over then the positive results will be required." I side glance. Knowing it is there the blue substance particularly bright. Is that what they're talking about? And what kind of results is it supposed to have? A shadow grips me suddenly and I shiver violently. It can't be anything good.

The door slams back against the wall and I yelp. I jump backward and nearly fall over my own two feet. I only save myself by finding purchase on a couch. My breathing comes faster. "Da-"

Daddy's eyes go wide and round as bowling balls. He whirls around to fully face me and I see how truly terrifying his eyes are. They are wild and full of insanity, much like a beast backed into a corner. "Liz!" His voice is harsh, sudden. "What are you doing? What did you hear?" He lurches forward and seizes my arm. He jerks me forward.

I suck in a sharp breath. I nearly fall over as he pulls me. "N-Nothing!" I pray my eyes don't betray me. I'm sure only fear shines through, but he might misinterpret this fear – and rightly so. My fear is not only for myself concerning him, but for the fate that awaits us by working with these strange men. "I was just-"

Daddy cuts me off sharply. "What did I tell you about wandering around at night?" He tightens his grip on my arm. "I told you never to leave your room, not unless you were being attacked! And you aren't being attacked. Are you?" His eyes narrow and his mouth curves down sharply.

I quake in place. "D-Daddy…you're scaring me." I try, but I can not hold the tremor from my words. The best I do is hide my lips trembling by biting down on it.

Daddy freezes. He scarcely even breathes. But he does not release me. A stunned look descends on him and settles especially obviously in his eyes. Then he breaks the daze. He blinks and slowly, carefully, he unfurls his fingers and draws his hand back. "Liz…I…"

I take a large step back, cowering without meaning to. I wring my hands together. I really should stop though. It's daddy's habit. And right now…I don't want to be much like him.

Daddy snaps into an erect position. The guilt vanishes and again that insanity seizes him. I make sure to step back further and move around the couch. He spins on his heel and his muscles tense terribly, letting me know without a doubt his eyes are bulging from his head. "Wha-What…?"

Normally I would answer. At the very least I'd prompt him to continue. But if possible I want to fade to the background.

Daddy doesn't move for a beat. It's my chance. I could run and be in my room in a heartbeat. I could wait for this spell of craziness to pass. But too slow. "Liz!" He roars. In the next instant he is facing me again. "What did you see?" He points fiercely behind him at the table.

His finger shakes terribly, but I know what he means. The blue substance. "I-I didn't do anything to it." Wrong answer. Daddy's face contorts in something between terror and blind fury. I shrink back farther. "It was just sitting there!" My voice cracks. "And I-I…I didn't mean to look!" Tears sting my eyes.

Daddy lets out a chilling growl. It comes from deep within and it makes me jump. He shoves his head down into his hands, curling his fingers in and likely digging them into his skin. "Go to bed." His voice is thick and unlike anything I've ever heard before.

I snap my head up. A small squeak passes my lips. "W-What?" I hold my breath.

Daddy jerks his head up and makes that terrible growl again, the aggravation showing much more clearly than the rage this time. "I said get out of here!" He takes a firm step forward, as if to come after me.

I squeal and turn hard on my heel. I fall over myself, but catch myself on my four limbs. I scramble across the floor, struggling to pick myself up and quickly giving it up. I run in a mess of limbs across the floor toward my tiny room in the back. I don't ever look back, not until I've passed the threshold and slammed my door shut. Then I glance back, but even then it's fleeting.

I stand there a moment after that, listening for a sign but not really knowing what that sign is exactly. After hearing no sound I let out a heavy breath and sink back against the door. I sink slowly down along it until I'm sitting. I draw my knees up almost absently, as if preparing for the inevitable.

The silence stretches on endlessly. It creeps in at the edges and fills me up with emotion until I burst. My lip trembles and tears well in my eyes. A choked sob escapes my throat and the rain soon follows. I shove my face down on my knees to muffle the sounds and hide my shame, but I don't hold the emotions back. Like the silence I let it consume me. Why? "Daddy…" This is all wrong. So very, very wrong. And he doesn't even seem to see it. Not until he breaks me.

…

The time after that is a blur. Day by day goes by yet I never really know how much or where in the span I am. If that makes sense. It probably doesn't. It only hits me when daddy comes and urges me awake and out of bed that – oh shit – it's been a week. His eyes are like that night when he talked to that mechanical sounding man. He is dead set on his purpose and no matter what I ask he ignores me. He doesn't say where we're going, why, or anything. He only mumbles to himself in the most off-putting of ways. If I could I might have actually ran from him then. But not possible. His hold on my wrist is far too tight, just like that night a week ago.

We burst out onto the street and I nearly fall over. I only keep my feet because daddy holds me up by keeping such a tight grip on my wrist. We flurry down the street, across the road, and around corner after corner. In a mere few minutes we are in a part of the city that I've never seen before. My skin prickles and my heart beats a little faster. The way the shadows fall across the path sends my senses into overdrive. This is wrong. We shouldn't be here. Just like so much in these past few months everything is so terribly wrong in this dark place.

In the next instant the narrowness of the path widens. For a moment it jars me, that is until I look up. My eyes grow round and suddenly it's hard to breathe. Before me stands an enormous building. It's easily the tallest building in the whole city. How did I never notice it before? It curves sharply at the peak, forming a pointed roof. "What-" My words turn to a grunt as daddy shoots into frenzied motion and I'm jerked after him.

We walk up to the giant building and for a flash he releases me. For a moment I can run. I can get far away from this terrible place and stop whatever's about to conspire from happening. But I don't. Daddy swipes his hand over a panel and the doors slide open. Then he has me again. "Quiet."

I start. I blink and stare blankly at him as we move forward. I scarcely realize he is talking to me, it's been that long since he has spoken to me. "Daddy?" I say anyway.

He whirls around. "I said quiet!" I jerk back, but don't make it far. I'm not strong enough to break his hold. "What don't you understand about that?" He goes on and on, but I stop listening after that. All I see are his eyes, ablaze, and the only sound is the ba-dum of my heart in my ears.

I'm quite frozen, but somehow I manage a tiny nod. What I've just agreed to I have no idea. Probably to not make another sound – or else. So I don't. I press my lips tight together and keep my head low. It's all I can do to stifle tiny sounds as my body wills me to cry and just let it all out.

We go to an elevator. Again he releases me. Another chance! Again I don't take it. What's wrong with me? The same thing as daddy and everyone else in these mess of months. I notice this time, however, he grabs something from his pocket. A shudder rushes up my spine and I nearly choke on air. A robot hand? But…why….?

The elevator opens for us and he jerks me in with him. We ride up and up and up. Perhaps we go to the top floor, I can't be sure. But probably not. He does have to use the creepy hand another time though to get to whatever floor it is. Then the elevator jerks to a stop and the doors slide open. My legs shake beneath me at the jolt, but for once I am sure I'm not in danger of toppling.

The scene we walk onto isn't particularly special. Sure there are a bunch of strange devices that I've never seen or heard of, but it's obvious it's all sciency equipment. Yet a chill races through me, sharp as electricity. I gasp. And I know with startlingly certainty this place is dangerous. Never before in my life have I called science dangerous. But now in this seemingly docile place it hits me hard. So wrong. So wrong and dangerous. "Daddy," My voice cracks. "I wanna go home." I tug at him with my free hand.

Daddy shakes his head. "Gotta do it." He says it twice. "I have to. It must be right this time. I know it." He nods. A terrifying grin passes his lips. "Those times before…they were nothing. It won't happen again. It can't. This time…this time…" He turns his eyes on me suddenly. They twinkle with a sort of giddiness. Combined with his grin he looks like all those villains who have finally cracked, just before the hero rushes in to stop them.

I squeal. I jerk back. "Stop it!" My body shakes and I'm painfully aware of the metal door against my back. It is freezing and solid and it is impassable. "Stop using that voice!" It is low, giddy…crazed. "I said stop it!" My words tamper off into a wordless shriek.

Daddy doesn't react in the least, at least not logically. No normal person who was just warning against sound would stand such screams. Yet he does. "Liz," He says my name softer than everything else. He turns slowly to me, eerily. "I'm out of time." He lifts a hand up before him and it shakes fiercely. His grin twists further. "I only have one choice…one choice…" He laughs, a choked thing. "I need you."

Fear lances through me. My eyes bulge and pupils dilate. "What?" My voice is barely a breath, a strained breath. "N-no…daddy, I-I just want to go home…" Tears well in my eyes.

Daddy shakes his head. "I need you." He repeats. He reaches out and runs his fingers over my face. It makes me shudder. It's not like all those caresses from childhood. It's tainted. So wrong. "But it'll be alright." He nods, each time short and clipped. "Then…then this will all be over."

"No!" I spasm. I flip my limbs out and in my flurry I strike daddy hard in the face. I freeze. My shrieks disappear in a sharp intake of breath. "Daddy…I-"

Daddy stops, his face blank and almost clear. But I blink and it's gone. He yanks me after him. "No more subjects…no more time…" He shakes his head. "It'll be alright."

"No!" I don't want to hurt him, but I strike out again and again. He doesn't yield. Then I see it. I see the vat set in the center of the room and I shake all the way to my core. "I'm not going in!" That is his intent. It shines clearly in his face, especially the way he smiles as if everything is all right. Nothing's all right. "Let go!"

Daddy only mumbles those same things on repeat to himself. He does not heed. With one swift movement he flings me forward, toward the opening and into the tight space. I fall over my feet, as always, and throw my arms out to catch myself. I slam full force into the opposite side of the vat, only narrowly keeping my head from cracking against it.

The sharp clang brings me to attention. I stiffen and whirl around, fear twisting my stomach in knots. "No!" I charge at the door. I smash my shoulder full force, but I am only thrown back. I gasp as the back of my head cracks against the wall. Color springs to my vision, dancing around and distracting me and the world tilts. My head spins and I cringe as a constant pulse of pain issues forth.

The high pitched ding of something out there brings be back. The panic rushes back and clogs my system. I leap up and nearly fall back down in my frenzy. "Let me out!" My voice reverberates off the cylinder walls and echoes in my ears. "Daddy!" I bang my fists relentlessly against the glass. "Daddy!"

He passes a fleeting glance at me, but he does not hesitate. He lets his hand fall on a switch. A sharp click crackles in my ears and the hatch at the top of the vat slides open. I jerk back and throw my arms up, but it's no good. The blue substance rains down over me. It splatters across my skin and sizzles. Electric pain flashes through my veins. My stomach twists and clenches and I know it can't only be the fear. My head erupts with pain and a sharp scream burns my ears. My scream, I realize a second later.

The room spins violently and I lurch backward before collapsing in a heap on the cold ground. I lean forward, curling my arms over my head and holding tight. Make it stop! It hurts! I want to scream it to the world, but only a wordless shriek passes my lips.

Through the haze and pain and spinning I swear I hear something else, something faint but no less despairing than me. It's choked sobs and it's a sound that strikes a chord of memory. I lift my head and strain to see through my clouded vision. There's a vague shape, of a person. A person on their knees and clutching their head fiercely. They're screaming too, garbled words.

"D-Daddy?" I squeeze out. I reach a trembling hand out toward him. I can only reach so far before I feel the glass beneath my hand. Only I don't see my hand. My gaze locks on what should be and what has to be my hand, but…it's…green? I choke on air.

I recoil. I flip backward, tumbling over myself so I am on my head with my back pressed against the glass. Dangling in front of my face is something long just as alien. It is the same soft green. T-Tail!? I flip again, my limbs springing all directions. My tail in particular lashes out with no control. It smashes into the glass and shatters it instantly.

I gasp as the momentum carries me out through the hole. I hit the floor amongst the broken shards, the jagged edges tearing into my skin…my green skin and drawing blood. The blood runs down my forearms and dribbles off my elbows, leaving a sickening trail in the green and a slowly growing pool of red beneath me.

I bite my lip and suppress the pain. It's nothing compared to when that blue substance drenched me. A shudder races through me at the mere thought. No, don't think. I scramble up, more glass cutting me. This time the delicate palms of my w-webbed hands? I might have screamed again, but a sound rises high above my own. It is sharp and earsplitting. Bright pink lights accompanying the blare, nearly blinding my suddenly sensitive eyes. I clamp my hands over my ears, or at least where they should have been. They aren't! But the sound dulls and the splitting headache eases.

I look once over my shoulder. "Daddy…" A choked sob issues forth. My ears pick up on the approach of something metal, clear and distinct as it pounds repeatedly on the floor. "They're coming…" Those men from before. I jerk my head around, looking desperately around for a means of escape. The elevator. I sprint, moving far faster than I've ever moved before. I slam my hand on the button, but it only screams its denial. Oh God.

I whirl around. That's right. I rush over to daddy. But I don't go for him. I snatch the mechanical hand from his pocket. Sorry daddy. He lays broken on the ground, calling my name over and over, but I can't heed to him. He…he did this to me. I clench my eyes shut for an instant to push back the tears then I run back to the elevator.

I slam the hand onto the door. It jolts open for me and I rush in. The mechanical footsteps stop suddenly and as I turn to press the bottom floor I see a horde of men standing at the opposite end of the room. DOWN. I hit the key repetitively. My eyes flit back and forth between the button and the quickly approaching men. "Stupid-" Oh. It lurches down.

I bounce from foot to foot. Can't it go any faster? No, no, it's fine. I breathe deeply in and out. They can't get me here. I run my hand through my ha-hair? I repeat the motion. Nothing. Nothing? I rush to the glass siding. My mouth goes agape as I stare at the foreign face looking back at me. Is…Is that really…me? I tentatively touch the glass, the face so full of green. And my hair…my beautiful brown hair. It's gone. All gone. I tap my head, as if to shatter the illusion. It goes nowhere.

My lip quivers. All the other details pale in comparison. The pink and yellow make no impact. "Why…?" Why everything? Why did this transformation happen? Why did daddy want it to? Just why…?

A crash shatters the silence and my thoughts. I whirl around and look up to see a machine busting through the ceiling of the elevator. Literally a machine. Not just those men who seem off, but…but…a machine! I jump back, pressed hard against the glass. Oh God, oh God, oh God! My eyes lock on the level reader. So close to the ground. So close I could…

The machine bursts through. "Do not move. Kraang can not permit the leaving of experiment B92 from the place that is here." He points a strange gun at me. Another machine leaps down from above. He rushes at me.

I squeal. I drop to the ground, halfway at least. My body lurches, and I don't know why. All I hear is a harsh smack and the clanging of metal immediately afterward. Then there's nothing. I peek up and see the remains of one of the machines. What the…? Did I…?I notice the tail swaying above me. Oh.

The other machine's eyes flash a deep magenta. "Experiment is violent!" He calls to nothingness. But probably not nothingness. He repeats it nonstop. Not until more come.

I leap up. I swallow hard and shake terribly. O-Ok. How…how to use this thing? How to-

I scream. One charges at me. I swing my body, smashing my tail into the machine's head. It goes too far though. My tail keeps going even after impact and slams into the glass, completely shattering it. There's so much momentum that I stumble and my tail it too heavy to regain balance. It takes me with it, straight over the edge.

"Experiment B92 has escaped! All Kraang alert! All Kraang alert!" The cries are blaring and in the next instant completely gone. White explodes across my vision and then it's gone. Everything goes dark. It's over.

So what do you think? Like my introduction of yet another character we'll never see in canon? Do you like Liz's character? More of it will be revealed in the next chapter if you're not satisfied right now. I'd love to hear your thoughts about all that! Oh, and if you want an exact design of Liz then go to ishouldgetsomestuffdone's page on tumblr. My imagining of Liz is based on her drawing.

And no, I don't know why I picked first person pov. I haven't written first person in years. Literally years. So I'd like to know if this pov worked for you or if it's worse than other things I've written. Well, please review!